Love this couple to no end for some reason they are truly the epitome of opposites attract.
First FanFic so need your feedback on this.
Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or its characters I have just borrowed them and played around.
Carlton rolled over and reached out his arm to pull his boyfriend close to him but met nothing but a blanket. Confused he raised his head and squinted his eyes a bit to look around the room the bathroom light was on so he sighed and waited. The sound of retching and vomit splashing in the toilet had him up and in the little room in a flash. Shawn had a death grip on the porcelain and was evacuating everything from his stomach into the fixture. Carlton started rubbing circles on his back to try and ease the pain.
"It's ok Shawn I'm here. It's alright."
After what felt like forever the fit ended and Shawn collapsed against the vanity next to the toilet. Carlton placed a cool washcloth on his head and offered a glass of water to the pale man. Shawn made to grab the water but his hand was shaking so badly that he just shook his head and laid it back against the vanity.
"Come on Shawn take a little at least to rinse the taste out of your mouth."
Carlton held the cup while Shawn took a mouthful and swished. He spit the water into the toilet and flushed.
"Sorry didn't mean to wake you. I think it's something I ate."
"Shawn we ate the same thing for dinner."
Despite his pale complexion and shakiness Shawn was still able to give his 'seriously have you met me?' look.
Carlton chuckled "Sorry I forgot I was dating a human garbage disposal."
"Oh the sweet things you say about me." Shawn smiled and Carlton was glad that some of his sense of humor was coming back.
Carlton felt the other man's forehead with the back of his hand and a small frown at the heat coming from it. "You have a fever. It doesn't feel high but I think you're coming down with something."
Shawn nodded and slowly began to standup on his still shaky legs. Carlton grasped him by the elbow and helped him trek back to the bed where Shawn all but collapsed. "Thanks Carly."
Carlton then set about getting a trashcan and some bottles of water and put them all within Shawn's reach. "It's six o'clock Shawn and I hate to do this but I've got to go into work. If you need anything call me I will be here. I promise." He stroked the hair on the younger man who just nodded and hummed at his words.
Carlton proceeded to get ready and by the time he was leaving for the station Shawn was sleeping soundly.
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Carlton had just finished his fourth report of the day when Karen called him into her office.
He settled into a chair directly in front of her desk. "What can I do for you Chief?"
"Well detective a case has fallen into my lap and I was wanting to make you lead in the investigation. I also am going to call Psych in this one."
Carlton grimaced but not because of the reason the chief was thinking. Carlton was more worried about Shawn and his inability to turn a case down sick or not.
"I know you and Mr. Spencer don't get along very well but this case is a theft and that seems to be his specialty."
"It's just yesterday Spencer didn't seem himself and I.."
"THE FUN HAS ARRRRIVED!" A singsongy voice reached their ears and Carlton flinched at the sound.
Karen poked her head out the door and motioned for the man and his friend to enter the office. Carlton noticed that the 'psychic' color had improved greatly and he was eating something, even though it was a churro.
"Mr. Spencer I am so glad you responded to my call so quickly. As I was telling Detective Lassiter here there has been a recent string of thefts and I feel we need someone of your abilities to help."
"Sure thing Chief. You betcha."
"Ok Detective fill in O'Hara, Mr. Spencer, and Mr. Guster on the situation. I fully expect for you to work in full cooperation and that goes for you too Mr. Spencer after that last case I don't need any more headaches."
Shawn blushed and nodded meekly. "Yes Chief. I promise no more getting stabbed with sharp pointy things especially screwdrivers."
Carlton grimaced at the words. Six weeks ago Shawn went after a suspect without any backup and was taken hostage. Carlton was the first officer on scene and succeeded in getting Shawn away from the suspect but before he did Shawn was stabbed in the neck with a screwdriver and almost bled out before the ambulance got him to the hospital. It was at this moment Carlton realized how much he loved the man and that the previous several months were not just a fling.
"You are all dismissed."
"Yes chief." Was chimed by three different voices as the men left.
Carlton handed Gus the file "You and O'Hara start looking at this." He grabbed the collar of Shawn's shirt. "You are coming with me, Spencer." Shawn eeped as Carlton dragged him through the station to an interrogation room and shoved him in.
"How are you feeling?" Carlton felt Shawn's forehead and was studying him intently.
Shawn shrugged his hands off "I'm fine Carly, really. I must've just ate something that didn't agree with me."
Carlton sighed "Whatever you say Shawn. I am just worried about you is that not allowed?"
Shawn wrapped his arms around Carlton's waist and pulled him in tight. "It's allowed but there is such a thing as worrying too much you know. " He leaned in and whispered in the detective's ear. "You are terribly sexy when you worry."
Carlton shivered at the feeling of Shawn's lips brushing his ear and it took a huge amount of will to not slam the younger man into the wall and have his way with him. "Ok Shawn. But if you start feeling sick again go home. No case is worth your health."
Carlton pushed of the psychic, straightened his tie and walked away.
"Love you Carly."
Carlton stopped with the door open and didn't turned around "Yeah." And with that curt reply he made his way to the bullpen.
Shawn watched as Carlton walked away and the instant the door shut he broke out in a cold sweat and started to gag. Everything he had managed to eat since this morning, which wasn't a lot, came up as he had the nearest trashcan in a death grip. He slumped against the wall and sighed when his stomach's rebellion quit. Oh god it's back I just know it.
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Carlton walked through the front door of the apartment and instantly felt a thousand times better. This was the only place where he could be himself and he got to share that with someone he loved very much. Some one who was currently sitting on the couch looking like hell. The good feeling deteriorated to worry at the sight of the man there were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes and he generally just looked weak.
"Shawn?"
Shawn looked up at him and couldn't stop the smile that crossed his face before he wiped it away. He loved Carlton with all his heart and since he got injured he thought Carlton felt the same way but there were several clues that pointed to the opposite. The most important being Carlton had never told Shawn 'I love you' back.
"I love you."
"OK"
"Carlton. I. Love. You."
Carlton knelt down next to the man. "Shawn you can tell me anything. What is it baby?"
"I. Love. You."
"Shawn I don't understand. What is going on?"
"Why can't you say it back? Three simple words to express how you feel. Unless..."
Carlton closed his eyes and sighed. "Shawn...it's just-"
Shawn jumped up "You know WHAT! Don't bother! I love you and I don't think I can ever stop but in order for you to love me back I think...I think you need to figure out who you are." Carlton was frozen with shock so he was unable to stop Shawn as he grabbed a bag, which he hadn't seen before, and left. "Goodbye Carlton."
Carlton fell backward when the door slammed snapping him out of his shock and the sound of a motorcycle's motor had him scrambling outside. He took off on foot after the other man futility screaming his name.
"SHAWN!"
He knew he was too late he had just lost the love of his life because of his emotional constipation. About half-way up the road he stopped his pursuit and just froze.
"I love you too Shawn. I love you too."
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When Gus pulled up outside of Psych at eight a.m the last person he expected to be there was Shawn but yet his bike was parked out front. Walking through the door Gus noticed several things- there were several smoothie cups strewn about the place, the tv had 'Pretty in Pink' playing and that Shawn was nowhere in sight.
"Shawn?" Gus didn't know why he was whispering but he couldn't hold back the feeling that something was drastically wrong. Slowly he opened the blinds to let the day in and to get a better look around. Still no Shawn. Where is...
The sound of his friend getting very sick in the bathroom interrupted his thoughts and search.
"Shawn?" He stood outside the door listening to the gagging and vomiting. Gus swallowed several times to counteract his sympathetic gag reflex. "You ok buddy?"
The sound of the toilet flushing and the water in the sink running reached his ears. "Yeah Gus. Just give me a sec."
Gus started cleaning up the office and putting up the spare blanket and pillow his friend had on the couch. While he was cleaning up the smoothie cups he couldn't help but notice that they all seemed to be more than a few hours old.
"Thanks Gus. I knew you asked me to clean the place up two days ago but I never got around to it."
Gus looked up at his friend and all but ran to the man. Shawn was extremely pale, almost deathly so, and was shaking like a leaf.
"Here Shawn. Let me help you." Gus guided his friend to the couch and helped him sit down. Shawn couldn't hide the feeling of relief from his face.
"Thanks buddy. I think it's just something I ate."
Gus sat down next to his friend and tried to hide the anger in his voice. "Cut the crap!" Shawn jumped a little at his outburst. "You have clearly been sick for a while Shawn! You've lost weight, look like you haven't slept in weeks, and your...your hair."
Shawn started patting his head "What about my hair?"
"It's flat Shawn, flat! It didn't even look that bad when you were shot!"
Shawn dropped his face into his palms. "I was hoping I could get away with it." The words were muffled but Gus heard them.
"Get away with what?"
"Well you see..."
Gus placed a hand on his friend's shoulder "Can barely hear you buddy. How about you look at me when you talk to me."
Shawn raised his head and looked at his best friend. "It all started a decade ago, Gus. When I was supposed to be in Argentina."
"What do you mean supposed to? I got postcards from there."
"Gus please let me finish. I was in Argentina for a while but I got sick. I brushed it off for the longest time but after a few weeks I knew something was wrong so I went to one of the local clinics." Shawn sighed "The ran some tests and the next thing I know they are shipping me back to the US to see a specialist." Shawn dropped his face in his palms again and was silent.
Gus knew he needed to let Shawn tell his story in his own time but he was starting to get impatient. "Shawn...tell me. What kind of specialist?"
"An oncologist." He raised his head again. "One that specialized in gastrointestinal cancer."
Gus didn't like where this story was going if his friend felt the need to tell him something that happened a decade ago well his mind was running a mile a minute. No...no...no not cancer. Shawn Spencer does not get sick. Shawn Spencer can't have cancer!
"Gus I've been having the same symptoms for going on four weeks now. I don't know how they could miss it when I was at the hospital but I guess they didn't need to x-ray that part of my body."
"Sh...Shawn." Gus couldn't hide the shake in his voice. "I know a good ..."
"I'm going to see my oncologist today Gus, in about an hour." Gus made to get up. "Alone." Gus felt his face screw up into confusion. "I...I just can't have anyone there that cares about me when...when..."
Gus just grabbed his friend into a hug and held on as tight as he dared. "It's...well it's not ok but I understand. But you call me for anything. I don't care day or night. Just as soon as you are ready." Gus didn't like it but he knew if he pushed too hard his friend wouldn't go to the doctor and he was not going to watch his friend waste away.
They broke the embrace and Shawn went about changing his clothes and gathering his things for the day.
"Have you told Detective Lassiter yet?"
Shawn froze. "Why would I tell him Gus. The man hates me. Then again he may want to jump up and down. Ooor do a victory dance...wonder if he knows the river dance?"
Gus crossed his arms and gave his best 'really Shawn?' look. "Shawn I am not an idiot. He goes from wanting to shoot you every five minutes to actually putting up with your antics, sometimes he even smiles! The 'private discussions' in interrogation rooms, the little grin you get when he walks through a door..."
"Oh."
"And your landlady called she put your stuff into storage since you reneged on your lease. I have been your best friend for going on thirty years Shawn. Give me some credit!"
Shawn went back to his tasks "No I didn't tell him Gus."
"Why not?"
Shawn stopped at the door, helmet in hand, and closed his eyes. "Because I wasn't joking when I said he hated me for the past six months we have been seeing each other." He swallowed and held back the tears. "But to him it was nothing more than a fling. No strings attached and all that jazz."
"Shawn..."
Gus couldn't say anymore because Shawn had already left the office and was pulling away on his bike. God Shawn.
Well there you have it the first chapter. As I said before this is my first FanFic and Slash story so I would like some feedback. Good or bad I am up for it. Oh and thank you for reading.